Archive for Poetry

Sunlight

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , on December 25, 2017 by JenJuice

From what I recall as a child, Christmas was always the strangest day…everyone would put on the fake smiles and shitty sweaters and role to Grandma’s house where all the adults pretended to like one another with their fake smiles and their uncanny speak of the weather, a Soirée of food, which included pimento and cheese and peas salad, sweat tea and pecan pie and turkey…always the fucking turkey.

Not much has changed…I still see the competitive “portrayed happy 4.5 persons” family in their social media flair-ups.

If they really knew that Christmas is the Birthday of the Sun, not the “son”.

And, now onto the news to tell you how to get rich.
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Aware foundations…..

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , on December 20, 2017 by JenJuice

Death is simply forgetting to breathe…….

Ties.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , on December 14, 2017 by JenJuice

If it was never broken, how can it ever be fixed?

The you, I see

Can be on top

Of me

Loving

The inner peace

I find every day

Around 5 and before

You leave

Remember

Not to go

So fast.

Cuz, time doesn’t exist

And neither

Do I.

I live.

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Jun-if-I-er.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , on November 26, 2017 by JenJuice

Every night I run- I hear that dose out of the heavy-heart erection

Of my emotions that I just resist feeling.

The internal wreckage has a ship wrecked fountain pen

Just waiting to be used and abused

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Here. (is) Her.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , on November 18, 2017 by JenJuice

The south tried to teach me that being pretty…..I had one game.
Money.
Brains don’t matter.
I must be crazy.
I’m good for one thing – To look at.
To touch.
To keep quiet.
But oh, you peasants
Don’t you know
The truth
Isn’t that you were the whitest
In a doctrine
Of the you and I are in.
You caught lessons so old and thin
You never asked why
You felt any of that for.
Just a lousy I told you so
Hope to see you grow
The thought of this misery
Is the next alternative
To the life you were destined for.
Is here.
Mystical

The Untitled. Truth. Sustained.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , on July 27, 2017 by JenJuice

The goal is the job that gets you the most pussy.

But the reward is the sustained orgasm.

The simple answer to a complicated question.blonde

Water(ed).

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , on July 18, 2017 by JenJuice

Glass breaks. Rocks splatter. The one burning matter.

My life. Like Water.

Fuck it down. fuck it up

Make her holler.

Show her what you have – to offer.

The destination is me.

Up to date

And satisfied 10 times over.

Where does the time go? I shout at my watch.

And, I remembered I don’t own one

If I had a jewel of existence to model you after

You would be there when I need you.

Better when I want you.

And solid many times over.

Simple letters of the stained martyr.

I reveal. My voice..…my fingertips.

The shards.

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